Conversations fade, people moving out slow,
Hey, here's one for the record, one for the road,
You can stand on your soapbox all alone.

You can have the flesh, but please leave me the bones,
You can have the flesh, but please leave me the bones.

Some call it gold, some call it dross,
Some say I'm saved, some say I'm lost,
So I say, in the most respectful tone...

You can have the flesh, but please leave me the bones,
You can have the flesh, but please leave me the bones.

Making those records for the company team,
Pull the shiny knob of the vending machine,
You do your best to play the hand that's thrown.

Help yourself to the flesh; please leave me the bones,
Help yourself to the flesh, but please leave me the bones.

Touch of your love makes my heart full,
Every lonely note reminds me of you,
And am I looking for Heaven inside this drone'

You can take the flesh, but please leave me the bones.

When my rhymes were wrapped at all,
Cadences car crashed on the retaining wall,
Come, Holy Spirit, purify this soul.

You can have the flesh; please leave me the bones,
You can have the flesh, but please leave me the bones,
You can have the flesh, but please leave me the bones.

Leave me the bones.